bridges and balloons

we sailed away on a winter's day

with fate as malleable as clay;

but ships are fallible

i say

and the nautical

like all things

fades. and i can recall our caravel: a little wicker beetle shell

with four fine masts and lateen sails

its bearings on cair paravel. o my love

o it was a funny little thing

to be the ones to've seen. the sight of bridges and balloons

makes calm canaries irritable;

and they caw and claw all afternoon: catenaries and dirigibles